When your classmates wrinkled their noses at the scent of your lunch still lingering on your clothes,
Even though their ancestors had conquered half the world in search of the spices you ate.
How they jeered at your mother’s bindi, making crude jokes about how ridiculous it looked on her,
And after ten years, how they all wore the exact same ornament on their own foreheads to keep up with the current trends.
When they repeatedly stumbled over the sharp letters which formed your name, forcing you to repeat yourself several times before giving up;
Only to have those very letters tattooed on their own flesh, in a language they do not comprehend.
Your culture belongs to you,
Not to them.
Muneeb Hasan [08.10.14] (via muneebb)
I just. I need you all to take care of yourselves. I need us all to take care if each other. And I know how easy it is to feel utterly inconsequential on this massive planet in this unending universe. But dammit just know that somebody will miss you. And even if you don’t believe that, know that…
Scott Woods (X)
he motherfucking dropped the truth.
THAT’S THE PRICE YOU PAY FOR OWNING EVERYTHING
this is a super important explanation to think about whenever you feel like telling someone that something isn’t racist because you don’t hate x person.
The most dangerous risk of all is that law students with psychiatric disabilities will avoid treatment out of fear of having to report it to the bar examiners and consequently being denied a license to practice law.
This risk highlights the most striking problem with these “fitness” questions: They target students who have sought treatment—an exercise of good judgment—and punish them for it."
I had no idea that the bar (in most states) asks such invasive questions about your mental health treatment history and requires such extensive, sometimes life-long documentation.
Wow. I didn’t know that either.
Yes. The invasive questions are 100% scarier to me than the actual exam. One good reason that I never took it.